Lance is on vacation, so in honor of his absolute hatred of online dating I thought that I’d throw this post up. This is one of my absolute favorite Match stories and is dedicated to the following peeps (besides Lance): (1) LisaQ, who asked for more details in the comment section of her article Rules for Breaking Up, (2) The Dateable Dork, who has made it known that she considers online dating to be a metaphorical form of Dumpster Diving, (3) all of you, who I think will really enjoy it.
Setting the Stage
So to set the stage a little, I’d exchanged several lengthy e-mails with this fellow (call him Steve) and I think one phone call prior to meeting. He had a good job and although I wasn’t totally taken with his photos, he brought them up first and apologized, saying that they weren’t very good but all he had in digital and that he was way better looking in person. This turned out to be not true, but it’s not like he was a troll or anything. So I went out with him a couple of times because he was interesting, but avoided anything physically intimate while I decided if I could become attracted to him (which is possible). Read the full article
on Aug 19, 2008 in Sex
Wow! Lance’s kinky sextacular has me all jealous. Though I haven’t been playing durty games in shady hotel rooms on the beach, things have gotten somewhat better since my last post. I’ve managed to sleep off the majority of my new-job exhaustion, and the BF has been really good about trying to get to bed at a reasonable hour even on the weekend. This Monday he even got up for work when I did, which has never happened before.
We’re still not having sex quite as much as I would like, but we are managing to get in some solid nooky in in the weekends (including more pool sex…that thing is like an aphrodisiac, I can’t believe that we haven’t been using it more in the last year we’ve been at this place). We managed to even work in a weekday last week, so I have high hopes that we’re on our way to getting a rhythm in place. Read the full article
on Aug 14, 2008 in The Weekly
Christ! I started this job last Monday and it totally sucks…working and jobs in general that is, not this job in particular. Why can’t I just get paid to blog and pick up chicks??
Speaking of dates, I’ve had two dates recently with a Treehugger Chick. The first was at Dandelion, a cool, organic food cafe, for drinks. It went fine, no closes of any kind. Date #2 was at a hip corner cafe, with more wine drinking and a nice makeout in the parking lot. I have to tell you, I was pleasantly surprised at how cute Treehugger Chick was, but more importantly, she had a completely awesome personality. Read the full article
I just finished my second week at a new job (though it won’t feel official until my first paycheck next Friday, when I can finally stop living off my savings). My job is 25 freeway miles away from my house, so I have to get up pretty early in order to be there by eight. This has had several ripple effects in my sleep pattern and my sex drive, and also gotten me thinking a lot more about the BF’s sleep pattern and his sex drive, and I’m starting to realize just how huge a deal these sorts of things can become. Read the full article
on Aug 6, 2008 in Dating
Okay, so let’s say you’re single and not quite ready for the hyper-competitive environments of the bar and club scene. There are plenty of alternative places you can go to practice your social skills and find dates.
Before I get to that list, I do want to say that the fastest way to increase your social skill is to hit the bars and clubs and mix it up there. Make as many approaches as you can and bank the experience. You’re going to get blown out, but suck it up because it’s part of the learning process. With that being said, I can totally understand if the club environment is intimidating and discourages you from making approaches. Read the full article
As you may or may not have guessed from the oh-so-subtle title of this blog, that’s exactly what I did today. Our pool filter had been having all these problems lately so we hadn’t really been out back much, but I guess the pool company finally fixed whatever was wrong because the water looked great, so I convinced (well, it wasn’t tough to talk him into it, actually) the BF to join me in the pool with a couple of beers. It was a little after 5 in the afternoon/evening which is still warm but not too hot out, and the sun doesn’t hit the pool directly any more, which makes it super nice. Read the full article